http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews.html Buck Frampton is no doubt CDR’s favorite son, despite the fact that he’s never actually sold a record ... unless you count that time at his “huge end of summer divorce sale” he placed and add for once, no, that was just his last wedding album, guess that doesn’t count... but at least here you can listen to his current works in progress and the price is still right. Check back or subscribe above as these songs will likely change often. iWeb 1.1.2 http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews_files/Calif_fall07_%20%2874%29.png http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews.html 60 yes Buck Frampton Buck Frampton personalfiction@mac.com Buck Frampton is no doubt CDR’s favorite son, despite the fact that he’s never actually sold a record ... unless you count that time at his “huge end of summer divorce sale” he placed and add for once, no, that was just his la Buck Frampton is no doubt CDR’s favorite son, despite the fact that he’s never actually sold a record ... unless you count that time at his “huge end of summer divorce sale” he placed and add for once, no, that was just his last wedding album, guess that doesn’t count... but at least here you can listen to his current works in progress and the price is still right. Check back or subscribe above as these songs will likely change often. http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/3B1D2E8C-9BE6-47FA-AC79-979EB05D84D5.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/3B1D2E8C-9BE6-47FA-AC79-979EB05D84D5.html Sun, 6 Apr 2008 18:52:15 -0600 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/3B1D2E8C-9BE6-47FA-AC79-979EB05D84D5_files/sweet%20rain-1.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/podcast-large.png" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:174px;"/></a>It was a season out of time But it was pleasing still to find Tiny drops of rain from a sky of blue My feet were dusty from the road But like a crusty leaping toad They were happy dancing in that swee david vaughan 00:02:26 It was a season out of time But it was pleasing still to find Tiny drops of rain from a sky of blue My feet were dusty from the road But like a crusty leaping toad They were happy dancing in that swee It was a season out of time But it was pleasing still to find Tiny drops of rain from a sky of blue My feet were dusty from the road But like a crusty leaping toad They were happy dancing in that sweet sweet rain Sweet sweet rain, fall on me Cleanse my well of dry memories Sweet sweet rain, I thirst for you Please don’t stop I’ll take every drop Of your sweet sweet rain There was no reason for the rhyme Just squeezing logic from my mind Happens every time I find a drop of rain My dry bones take a bath And my cry becomes a laugh I’m happy dancing in that sweet sweet rain http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DB9B05BA-0F75-46BC-87EB-A167C34B320C.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DB9B05BA-0F75-46BC-87EB-A167C34B320C.html Tue, 4 Mar 2008 01:19:22 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DB9B05BA-0F75-46BC-87EB-A167C34B320C_files/yo%20yo.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/IMG_0033.jpg" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:116px;"/></a>I was standing on the corner Going round the world When I met the eye Of this brown haired girl She saw me whip it out As I zipped it down The cat’s in the cradle Going round and round She said: “He david vaughan 00:01:12 I was standing on the corner Going round the world When I met the eye Of this brown haired girl She saw me whip it out As I zipped it down The cat’s in the cradle Going round and round She said: “He I was standing on the corner Going round the world When I met the eye Of this brown haired girl She saw me whip it out As I zipped it down The cat’s in the cradle Going round and round She said: “Hey boy ... I like a YO YO YO I like your YO.” Now I’m tied in knots And my shit won’t spin Never guessed the kind of trouble I’d be Yo-Yoing in But my moves prove to dazzle As I do it again Now we’re “sleeping” together It’s a YO YO win http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/488F440A-80EA-433A-9847-56567319B9EA.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/488F440A-80EA-433A-9847-56567319B9EA.html Sun, 10 Feb 2008 09:23:40 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/488F440A-80EA-433A-9847-56567319B9EA_files/she%20laughed.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/_MG_0086.jpg" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:116px;"/></a>With a walk and a smile Took the air out of my chest She made her way to me without a word Never taking time for serious talk She was different from the rest Hair of cinnamon and spring She looked me david vaughan 00:02:52 With a walk and a smile Took the air out of my chest She made her way to me without a word Never taking time for serious talk She was different from the rest Hair of cinnamon and spring She looked me With a walk and a smile Took the air out of my chest She made her way to me without a word Never taking time for serious talk She was different from the rest Hair of cinnamon and spring She looked me in the eyes And she laughed Laughed and laughed all day You know, in a nervous kind of way This girl like to laugh Didn’t have a thing to say But she laughed me right away Not a word was ever spoken That found a home inside As fleeting as that flame she held for me Always making rhymes out of serious talk She was tougher than the rest Eyes of green that said all there was left to say Her smile still shines in a frame I keep on my wall Hard not to smile myself with her memory so damn near It’s times like this I wish I had the nerve to call Cause if I made it through the second ring There’s a chance that I might hear ... http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/9B00CCF9-2DB2-43F0-A345-7087B68531E1.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/9B00CCF9-2DB2-43F0-A345-7087B68531E1.html Thu, 20 Dec 2007 17:50:58 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/9B00CCF9-2DB2-43F0-A345-7087B68531E1_files/both%20luv%27d%20you-1.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/alcosta_%20%2814%29.jpg" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:116px;"/></a>You said we never had a damn thing in common Well honey I’m here to say it’s just not true When come to coming up with a cup of common ground There’s one thing we both loved, at least that’s what I fo david vaughan 00:03:46 You said we never had a damn thing in common Well honey I’m here to say it’s just not true When come to coming up with a cup of common ground There’s one thing we both loved, at least that’s what I fo You said we never had a damn thing in common Well honey I’m here to say it’s just not true When come to coming up with a cup of common ground There’s one thing we both loved, at least that’s what I found We both love you They say opposites make the attraction But our boat wouldn’t float being built that way When we set sail our course, was set by you and yours With a nut too lose and a screw too tight, we still said “all aboard” Cause we both loved you Now there’s not one thing left for us two to do ‘cept agree to disagree until the cows come home ‘till both of us is blue, Eye to eye we’ll never be, but this one thing We sure hell know is true, we both loved you So the next time you’re in the mood for loving Well I hope that you and you alone will do ‘cause I don’t have the time, waiting in line To get inside a girl, who ain’t got room for two Though we both loved you http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/431954A2-4CB1-4F0D-BD57-5527852A73D0.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/431954A2-4CB1-4F0D-BD57-5527852A73D0.html Fri, 23 Nov 2007 14:42:02 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/431954A2-4CB1-4F0D-BD57-5527852A73D0_files/full%20circle-1.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/podcast-large_1.png" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:174px;"/></a> Baby she’s one in a million Kiss you from floor to ceiling All so damn appealing Miss Original Rolling she rocks with feeling Backbone loose and reeling Digging the deck she’s dealing Miss Original david vaughan 00:02:47 Baby she’s one in a million Kiss you from floor to ceiling All so damn appealing Miss Original Rolling she rocks with feeling Backbone loose and reeling Digging the deck she’s dealing Miss Original Baby she’s one in a million Kiss you from floor to ceiling All so damn appealing Miss Original Rolling she rocks with feeling Backbone loose and reeling Digging the deck she’s dealing Miss Original I’m going back way on back now As a matter of fact Going full circle Miss Original http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DA41FDAE-2A72-4153-9114-271256E8C5EE.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DA41FDAE-2A72-4153-9114-271256E8C5EE.html Sun, 11 Nov 2007 08:36:15 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/DA41FDAE-2A72-4153-9114-271256E8C5EE_files/castaway%20dreams-2.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/podcast-large_2.png" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:174px;"/></a>I was stranded, ass in the sand Didn’t have paper, didn’t have pen Didn’t have a bottle, to put a message in Just had me lots of time, sit and sing this song again About the prettiest girl, I never k david vaughan 00:03:06 I was stranded, ass in the sand Didn’t have paper, didn’t have pen Didn’t have a bottle, to put a message in Just had me lots of time, sit and sing this song again About the prettiest girl, I never k I was stranded, ass in the sand Didn’t have paper, didn’t have pen Didn’t have a bottle, to put a message in Just had me lots of time, sit and sing this song again About the prettiest girl, I never knew When her hazel gaze, meets my sad pair of blue She’ll say, “Here’s one thing baby, my friends will say is true I never gave up my search for you I was abandoned in a misty land Didn’t have a compass, didn’t have a plan Didn’t have a friend to lend a helping hand Just had me lots of time to sit and sing this song again Was monkey in the ocean, a fish in a tree Then I got a funny feeling she was looking at me Her long sexy legs bent down to one knee It was hot on the spot, funky chicky frickacee. http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/45258D70-7ADD-4277-80DB-5F77F60CEB30.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/45258D70-7ADD-4277-80DB-5F77F60CEB30.html Mon, 5 Nov 2007 08:19:30 -0700 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/45258D70-7ADD-4277-80DB-5F77F60CEB30_files/mamma%27s%20boy-2.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/podcast-large_3.png" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:174px;"/></a>I can’t compete with mamma’s boy He might be a man but he still enjoys Chewing her nipples like a rubber toy It’s so touching he’s so coy I can’t compete with mamma’s boy Man oh man, man alive He lef david vaughan 00:03:42 I can’t compete with mamma’s boy He might be a man but he still enjoys Chewing her nipples like a rubber toy It’s so touching he’s so coy I can’t compete with mamma’s boy Man oh man, man alive He lef I can’t compete with mamma’s boy He might be a man but he still enjoys Chewing her nipples like a rubber toy It’s so touching he’s so coy I can’t compete with mamma’s boy Man oh man, man alive He left the nest but he can’t fly Boy oh boy, I do not lie Stuck between a queen and her little bee hive Hens in the kitchen, chick’s in the yard Don’t get in the middle you won’t get far He still needs the keys to drive her car I’ll have to walk to the local bar Leave the Hen in the kitchen, chick in the yard Got such big feet for a mamma’s boy Can’t tie his shoes now she’s annoyed Not smart enough to stay employed Don’t wanna get spanked so I try to avoid Stepping on the toes of a mamma’s boy http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/863286B4-3BE0-463B-8081-93E9FDA68235.html http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/863286B4-3BE0-463B-8081-93E9FDA68235.html Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:43:20 -0600 <a href="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/863286B4-3BE0-463B-8081-93E9FDA68235_files/loca%20lilly.m4a"><img src="http://web.mac.com/personalfiction/iWeb/Personal%20Fiction/Cellar%20Door%20Records%20previews/Images/podcast-large_4.png" style="float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:174px; height:174px;"/></a>On a recent tour in Uruguay, Buck decided his Spanish was not up to snuff so he was introduced to a translator who proposed to show him the cobbled streets of old Colonia. After a bottle of the local david vaughan 00:02:42 On a recent tour in Uruguay, Buck decided his Spanish was not up to snuff so he was introduced to a translator who proposed to show him the cobbled streets of old Colonia. After a bottle of the local On a recent tour in Uruguay, Buck decided his Spanish was not up to snuff so he was introduced to a translator who proposed to show him the cobbled streets of old Colonia. After a bottle of the local vintage however, “Lillian” became a little more intoxicated with Buck than the wine. Buck told us here at Cellar Door Records that she stocked him and his tour bus for the next day and a half, traveling more than 9 hours from her home in Montevideo. For a translator, she didn’t appear to get the message so Buck finally fled to the town park in Tacuarembo and found refuge with a band of local teens who disquised him as a goucho and got him stoned on homemade jug wine and hand rolled smokes they called cigaritos. The colors in old Colonia Nearly fried my baby blue eyes Then I met a little lady Who said she liked it shady And we shared a bottle of wine But what I remember most Was the chill when she proposed a toast She said “I’m glad that I met ‘cha Now I can’t forget ‘cha Can I hitch to your hitching post?” Loca Lilly, you act so silly Follow me around the block You say “I’m a gonna go to Tacuarembo,” This coo coo bird has left her clock I remember the sounds of the city The Goucho Festival All the shy pretty women Kept my head a spinning Everywhere I’d go But what I remember most Was Diego as white as ghost When at four in the morning He came with a warning Saying Lilly had left the coast The summers in Montevideo Nearly perfect in every way All the coco brown hotties Sipping on their mate’ On the beach at the end of the day But what I remember most And I’m not lying nor trying to boast But for what ever reason She found me a’pleasing And I started wheezing When she started squeezing She don’t like assado She don’t like a mate’ drink She don’t like what most others like Don’t like the way they think She don’t worry about tomorrow She don’t ever ask me why She can’t see a reason for me To be at peace in Uruguay